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“So, what you’re saying is we are here to fucking impeach the Bulldog?” Riggs questions, pointing a finger towards me. “Our VP just fucking stepped down.”

“Then I guess we’re voting on a lot more than removing Jack from the chair,” Pipe says, turning to Wolf. “Do it, Wolf,” he growls.

Clearly uncomfortable, Wolf looks to me for approval.

“Just because I can’t do it doesn’t mean it doesn’t have to be done. Take the vote, Wolf,” I say gruffly.

Lifting the mallet, he draws in a deep breath.

“All those in favor of removing Jack Parrish as the president of the Satan’s Knights, say yes,” he says hoarsely.

“Yes,” Bas says.

“Is that a yes for Needles too?”

He jerks his head.

“Need the word, brother.”

“Yes.”

Wolf turns to Riggs and we all watch him remove his sunglasses. Crushing them in his fist, he replies.

“For Reina, I say yes and that’s a yes for Cobra too.”

Linc agrees for him and Deuce before he turns to Pipe. He doesn’t get a chance to give his vote as the door opens behind him and Jack enters the room.

“There’s been a change in plans,” he announces, fixing me with a glare.

Shit.

So much for the truth setting me free.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Blackie

I expectedhim to look frail and out of sorts like Lacey described him a couple of weeks ago, but Jack doesn’t look the slightest bit weak. In fact, the bastard looks better than anyone sitting at the table. Better than me that’s for sure.

Passing everyone, he takes his seat beside me and glances at the patch resting on the table. His eyes slice to me and suddenly, I can’t bring myself to look at him. At the risk of sounding like a total pussy, the relationship between us goes deeper than brotherhood. We may have started off as two friends destined to be criminals and through the years, we may have been driven by an insatiable hunger for power, but that changed once I fell for Lacey. Now, Jack’s my father-in-law before anything else. Him, Reina, Lacey and even Danny—they’re the only family I got. How am I supposed to look him in the eye after all the damage I’ve caused?

“Why is your patch on the table?” he questions.

Lifting my eyes, I notice his patch is missing too.

“Why is yours not on your kutte?” I volley with a well-rehearsed bite to my tone.

Appreciating the familiarity of our easy banter he tips his chin before glancing around the table. With every beat of silence that passes, the tension thickens in the room. As curious as we all are, none of us are willing to break the peace, fearing whatever he says will change our lives.

Leaning forward, I press my elbows to the table and stare at him expectantly.

“I’m stepping down as president,” he declares all too calmly. “I’m taking a deal and confessing to murdering the paramedic in exchange for full immunity for the club.”

Figuring there’s gotta be more to his confession, I wait for him to look at me, for his dark eyes to give me a clue as to what’s really going on here. Jack doesn’t give up. He doesn’t surrender to anyone. Not his fucking mind and sure as hell, not the law. There’s gotta be a plan…there’s always a plan.

“You can’t do that,” Wolf shouts. “I won’t fucking let you do that, Parrish.”

“It’s not your call to make,” Jack replies, leaning back in his chair.

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